The To put this in context, my school won a government grant where they could choose 25 of us to take on a trip to an abandoned village in Spain.

We could miss five days of school, but there we had to do some simple restoration work for the village in exchange from our room and board.

We cleaned the streets, painted some walls, helped in the kitchen, took care of some livestock.

It was hard work, but we had a great time.

The village is called Granadilla, incarcerated, in case anyone wants to check it out online,

and the program was called Program for the Recovery

and Educational Use of Abandoned Villages.

And as a brief history of the town,

it is located on the banks of a reservoir

that flooded the town in the 1960s.

The inhabitants who refused to leave drowned.

Anecdotally, the old cemetery remains underwater today.

The first night, the counselors who lived there during the camp took us to the new cemetery

to tell us scary stories from the village.

Ghosts, lovers who took their own lives in the old castle, we were all enchanted.

Now, one of the counselors had even hidden behind the cemetery wall and would make noises and bang on the walls from time to time

to scare us during the stories. Now, despite the scare, as you could see, everyone was having some fun.

Suddenly, in the distance, a car appeared. It's a fairly inhospitable part of Spain, so the road had no streetlights.

We only saw what our flashlights illuminated, and now the headlights of that car.

I remember the way the counselors looked at each other when they saw the car.

Granadaea is far from any other town.

There are no shops or houses nearby,

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